As we enter fall wind, rain, and storm season, I re-enter the grief cycle over Dad's paralyzing injury a mere 2.5 months after we brought home our children from Russia. Here is a small slice of that time:
After all the hub-bub of Dad being airlifted to Harborview, I was the last person at St. Joe's. As I left they handed me a blue bag labeled "Patient Belongings" (or something to that effect).
I didn't happen to glance into the bag until I walked through the lobby. Shoes. That's all. Nothing else he was wearing had survived the experience, just his shoes. That he would never wear again.
I completely lost it. Loud snarfly sobs and eyes too full of tears to see so I just covered my face with my hands and stood there. Within one or two moments I was surrounded. Someone held me in a bear hug. Other people draped arms around me. People patted my shoulders. No one spoke. No one murmured tiresome platitudes. They just formed a privacy hedge around me until I quieted down. Tissues were tucked into my hands.
I said thank you with my eyes still closed. I could feel people stepping away. After a deep breath I opened my eyes -- no one loitered near me. No one approached me. I was too raw for contact, no matter how kind, and my hedge-makers seemed to know that. I took a deep breath, and walked out the door.
Pillars of the Earth
and now Suzanne has something to say about books
Because the internet was invented for the posting of pictures of one's pets
and now Suzanne has something to say about critters
my favorite cookbooks
When summer fades, I like to revamp my cooking. This is the time of year to read cookbooks and mess up the kitchen. What are your favorite cookbooks? Here are some of mine.
Alice Bay Cookbook: A Savory Sampler from Washington's Skagit Valley - our Christmas morning quiche comes from here, as do my shortbread cookies.
The New Enchanted Broccoli Forest by Mollie Katzen. All things hippie are found in this book.